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From Limestone Cliffs

A poem.

From Limestone Cliffs

Tribes of white birch arch
toward Canada at twilight
twirling crisp earrings.

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Unemployed clouds march
above the flip side hearings
of the sun's golden textures.

Around scorched fire rings
birch peel ancient parchment
where the black text blurs.